Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive)
Read Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive) Online
Authors: Jordan Bell
Going Too Far
Copyright © 2012 Jordan
Bell
All Rights Reserved
Sweet Stories Press
License Notes
This ebook is licensed for
your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away.
Thank you for respecting
the hard work of this author.
This is a work of fiction.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity
to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the
author.
This book contains
material not suitable for readers 17 and under.
Thank you for buying this book!
Subscribe
to my mailing list.
Get cool
stuff.
Would you like to know when my next book is
available? You can sign up for my new release e-mail list
here
or like my Facebook page at http://facebook.com/jordanbell.
Table
of Contents
NEW VERSION of an old story - what changed
First Chapter of THE CURVY SUBMISSIVE #2:
GIRL IN PIECES
Excerpt from HER SECRET PLEASURE
Excerpt from Erika Masten’s ART OF
DOMINATION: MODEL RELEASE
THE CURVY SISTER #1: Going Too Far
was originally
published in 2012 under the title
THE SUBMISSIVE BEHIND THE MASK #1: BONDAGE
& CURIOSITY
. The new version is a little different from the original
and should update automatically for anyone who has already purchased the old
title. Contact me if it didn’t.
I knew while I was writing the second story that I hadn’t done
the first one justice. Kat is a lot more like Cassidy from
THE CURVY SISTER
and
I realized Kat’s story wasn’t about her submitting to a Master, it was about
her accepting herself and finally asking for exactly what she wanted in life.
Thus, the title change.
What’s different? The core of the story remains the same.
There’s a new chapter towards the beginning and the introduction of a subplot
involving Kat’s older brother. There are several new scenes and one big chapter
at the end written in Josh’s point of view that gives us some insight into why
he left the party when he did. He faces the way he feels and the tumultuous
decisions he has to make before morning.
I hope you enjoy this version as much as you liked the
original. Keep reading to the very end for the first chapter of the second book
in the series,
GIRL IN PIECES
.
Thank you for sticking with me!
XOXO - Jordan
____________
Kat
“Is this the part where you tell me I need to start acting
like a grown up and then also tell me I’m too young to make decisions for
myself? Because I think that part might actually be my
very
favorite.”
I swept Michael Jackson’s
Thriller
from its record
jacket and held the giant plastic disc between my fingers the way Brian always
did when he pretended his dusty nostalgia was actually a priceless collection
that couldn’t be recreated with a trip to the thrift store. I teased him about
being stuck firmly in the past, his head full of our father’s old junk, but
secretly I liked the way the records sounded when the needle caught a ridge and
began playing. There was something kind of magical about its presence that
could not be replicated by digital media.
“Stop touching my shit, Kat.” Brian pried the record from my
fingers and dropped it carefully back in its protective case, the plastic
making a soft sigh across the cardboard as it sunk inside. “You’re not even
listening to what I’m trying to tell you.”
“Oh, I’m listening Brian. I just don’t care.” I crossed from
the record player to the sofa where I could gaze out the window into the dark
bar area. Shafts of dusty light drifted in through the front windows, most of
which were covered by band flyers and old advertisements. Shadows of city
people crashing through midday traffic crossed in front of them, causing the
light to swim over the floor.
He took a time out from our argument to re-straighten
everything on his credenza I’d touched on purpose to freak him out.
“You’ve been out of college for a year now. It’s time to get
a job. That’s what I’m telling you. It’s time to grow up and join the real
world.”
Oh, this argument again.
I climbed onto my knees and
stared out over the back of the couch into the South River Bar where, in a few
hours, regulars would make their first after-work stop for a drink and a toke
on the jukebox before going home to wives and husbands and cats and email.
After the regulars went home, the partiers would fill the
place up with live music and dancing…so much dancing. I’d worn out many shoes
on that dance floor. I had my first heartbreak there when I caught Jeremy
Macome kissing some dive bar trash against the bulletin board when I was
nineteen. I threw my arms around a stranger’s neck and danced non-stop for four
and a half hours before later going home and losing my virginity to him two
years before Jeremy. My entire life had played out in South River Bar. I knew
every corner, ever dance floor divot, every scrawled bit of graffiti decorating
history across table tops and bathroom stalls. Hell, I’d drawn half of them.
“I have a job, Brian,” I repeated for the millionth time.
“I’ve had a job every time you decide to lecture me about it.”
“You do not have a job, Katrina, you have a hobby. It’s nice
that you make a little money from it, but it’s not a career. You don’t even
have proper health insurance. Or savings. Or retirement.”
I cringed. “I hate it when you call me Katrina.”
“You’re getting too old for pet names.
Kat
stopped
being cute when you were old enough to vote.” He shoved a drawer shut and
turned to stare at me staring out the window. I could see his reflection in the
mirror, the trademark Koile scowl mucking up what could have been a handsome
face. Like our dad, he didn’t know how to not constantly be pissed about
something. I gave him an easy target, unfortunately.
“Who uses voting as a milestone for maturity?” I mimicked
his voice and gave my shoulders a little haughty shake, but the scowl didn’t
budge. Not even a tiny hint of a smile. I sighed, defeated. “Look, I’m a
graphic designer and I do ok. Besides, you can hardly talk. You didn’t finish
college and thanks to Pop Murcek and Josh, you will be manager of South River
until the day you die. So knock it off, Brian. If this is why you demanded I
come down here, you’re going to find me disinclined to accept your cranky
invitations in the future.”
As if summoned, Josh Murcek appeared behind the bar, murky
through the tinted glass, but still the Josh I’d known since I was a kid when
Pop Murcek started playing cards with my dad on the weekends. Josh and Brian
became friends back then while I tagged along on the rare occasion they’d let
me. Five years separated us though, so that wasn’t often without a lot of
begging and crying and threating to tell dad.
Pop retired a couple of years ago and left South River to
Josh. The bar suited him, just like it suited Brian and me. I didn’t think any
of us ever intended to leave this place.
Josh must have sensed me staring because he glanced up from
the glass he was wiping down and met my gaze. I knew from experience he could
only just see me from that side. He smiled and waved.
While I was busy waving back, Brian moved in quick, grabbed
my elbow and yanked me around to face him.
“Pay attention, goddammit. You’ll show me a little respect,
Kat, I swear to God.” Brian’s hot breath broke across my skin, the force of his
grip digging into the soft skin at the crook of my elbow. I winced and tried to
yank free, but he held me in a vice-like grip.
“Asshole! Let go.”
“You’re such a child, look at you.” Brian swiped at the pink
streak in my blonde hair, but I managed to jerk back enough to avoid his touch.
“You have no idea how to live in the real world. I blame dad. He babied you too
much. His perfect little princess, not a care in the world while the rest of us
scrambled to make sure you never wanted for anything. It’s time to take some
responsibility and grow the hell up.”
“Why don’t you go screw yourself while you’re climbing up on
that cross of yours, Brian.” I tugged hard until it hurt. “Let. Me. Go.”
For a second Brian flexed his empty hand and I thought, for
one horrible second, he might actually hit me. Another glamorous trait he’d have
picked up from our father. Not that he’d touched either one of us, but that
same protection hadn’t always extended to our mom. I’d been young though, too
young to understand what he was happening. But Brian was old enough. Maybe old
enough to learn an ugly trick or two.
But he didn’t hit me. He released his clenched fist while his
faced turned purple instead. “You ungrateful brat.”
“Hey!” The office door burst open and Josh stormed in, blue
eyes smoldering but restrained. Brian shoved me away from him like
I
was
the one who’d attacked
him
. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,
Koile?”
“This is family business, Josh. Go back to your bar.”
Josh looked at me, his brow furrowing as I climbed down off
the couch. I didn’t want him to see how freaked I felt. As often as Brian and I
fought, it had never gotten physical. “You ok, Kat?”
I rubbed at the spot I was sure would bruise and glared
daggers across the room at my petulant brother.
“She’s fine,” Brian answered with a wave of his hand.
“I’m ok.” When Josh tried to look at my arm, I slid out of
his reach and grabbed my backpack up off the floor.
“See. Like I said, she’s fine and we’re trying to discuss
something serious, but as usual she can’t stop being a child about it.”
Brian ran a hand through his slick, short hair, then yanked
open the top drawer of his desk, pulled out an envelope with the silver
Giovanni logo prominently on the front, and tossed it down between us.
Dread gave my stomach a twist until I tasted bile. I knew
what was in that envelope, what had set Brian off. A letter from my landlord
about how I’d been late with rent three months in a row. I’d forgotten Brian
had co-signed with me when I’d gotten the apartment across the street. The
letter must have been a warning. They’d certainly sent me enough of them.
“Fucking come on, Josh. I’m trying to help her. She wastes
her time with those little drawings and who’s she going to come to when she
can’t make rent? Oh yeah, me.” Brian pointed at the letter like it might burst
into flames before us. “Three fucking months you’ve barely paid your rent and
always late when you managed it. They are threatening to evict you and bill me
for the remainder of your contract. That happens and I won’t help you. I don’t
care how much you cry or beg. You can go crawling off to whatever friend will
have you, but we’ll be done. Time for some tough love, little sister. Grow up
or get out.”
Embarrassment pooled in my cheeks, hot and angry and
ashamed. I could feel Josh’s eyes on me, questioning and pitying.
I couldn’t stop staring at Brian’s sneering
I told you so
smile. I’d been doing just fine on my own for the last year but three of my
bigger clients hadn’t paid their bills for the websites I built for them, and
until they did it was ramen noodle nights and barely scraped together rent. I
didn’t want Brian to be right. I didn’t want to give up my college educated job
to be an office assistant or waitress. I was a designer and if I couldn’t
design I had no idea what I’d wasted the last four years of my life on or how
I’d wake up and wear pencil skirts to the office for the rest of my life.
Even though he was maybe a little bit right this time, I
couldn’t bear admitting it. Not to him. Not to Josh.
“Jesus, Brian, can you be any more condescending? People pay
me for my
little drawings
. It just pisses you off that I’m living my
dream and you’re living Josh’s.”
“Kat…” Josh started but I wasn’t done. I snatched the
letter, crumpled it into my fist, and shoved it into my back pocket.
“You’re not my father, Brian, so stop trying to control me. And
don’t you ever touch me again.”
Brian rolled his eyes and without thinking, I lunged at him
“Hey!”
Josh grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back against
him. Brian back pedaled out of reach just in case. I was no light girl having
packed on more than the freshman 15 pretty much every year I was in school, but
Josh manhandled me like I weighed nothing at all. “Easy there, kitty cat. Put
those claws away.”
Brian brooded better than anyone I knew and he brought his
A-game today. His thoughts worked over time, eyes darting back and forth across
the room without landing on Josh or me.
“I think you both need a time out, what do you think?” He
gave me a squeeze as I squirmed. “Come out to the bar with me and I’ll make you
one of our new drinks.”
“Don’t worry about it, Josh. I’m over him and his issues. I
don’t need to prove anything to him.” I twisted under Josh’s arm and escaped
across the room despite his best efforts to keep me still.
